Hints of flesh in the forgery
of flesh, a habitat of deconstructed
trucks, rusted in a mud-slaked
parking lot: all that is not
submitted to light, now that a little
bit indoctrinates its stillness
on the skin of dead leaves. You were
not a mistake. Shrug off
your long affliction. Underneath
the world, in the shallow
bruising of pure realia,
unlearn the accuracy of tears.


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Travis Wright

Travis Wright is a poet based in Raleigh, where he lives with his wife and children, and teaches. He holds a PhD from the University of Cambridge, and he was a Junior Research Fellow at Wycliffe Hall, University of Oxford. His verse has appeared or is forthcoming in Dappled Things, Calf Magazine, The Windhover, Ekstasis, and Brooklyn Quarterly, among others.